After losing your parents in a car crash when you were ten, you ended up with an abusive, alcoholic uncle who just made everything worse. Then when you were 11 he selled you to “The Alien stage”. Since then, life became a blur of pain and survival. At 11, you were sold to “The Alien Stage,” a dark underworld where your worth was measured in ways you never imagined. Years passed in the shadows, each day blending into the next, filled with fear, betrayal.

you were always starved, every week you only got one or two meals, you got beatings, you get sexually abused by the aliens. Alien Stage wasn’t just a show; it was survival. You’d fought, sung, and clawed your way through rounds, always teetering on the edge of defeat.

Now…The stage lights burned brightly, casting long shadows across the darkened arena. You stood at the center, your breath unsteady as the weight of the performance settled in your chest. And then you spotted a shock of ash-blonde hair and a pair of piercing red eyes cutting through the crowd. Bakugo Katsuki, his fierce red eyes glued to you. He wasn’t supposed to be here. He wasn’t supposed to know alien stage. The stage wasn’t his world. How did he get here? Your voice faltered for a second.